The current Jeopardy champ's name is Buffy.

Raq, I've emailed with erinaceous recently I can send her email to you.

I like my coffee like I like my women: in a plastic cup.

I like my women like I like my coffee: bitter and weak.

Oh well, that didn't work with JZ at all.

I'm waiting for that blushing wallflower Aimee to show up with pictures of her new haircut.

I put up a page of before and after shots of the bathroom what is finally finished: [link]

GC, it's really gorgeous! Sorry it was such a pain in the ass to get done. But I hope you guys can enjoy the results when the anger fades.

Sweet, GC! I love a good bathroom. Cousins of mine were building their own house and they made their daughter stay in a job she hated for Ferguson for the employee discount--and they paid careful attention to their 6 or so bathrooms, each individually designed.

Somehow it's where the luxury lives.

And, yeah, I did mostly choose this apartment because of the bathroom and kitchen fixings.

happy birthday WindSparrow!

hooray for Owen in school!

In my sister's first house in CA she had an amazing bathroom. When she and her DH moved , to lessen their commutes, you could hear the wail across the country as every visitor wailed " But... the Bathroom...!"

That's lovely, GC! Your shower looks amazing. I really like the seat.

What did you do for the lights? I really like the quality of light you have now, and how that plays off the colors.

::stumbles into thread::

Happiest of happies, WindSparrow!!

I am exhausted. Work from 8am to 9pm. Classes till 3:30, rehearsal (and a v. difficult one with a complicated scene) until 6. Misc. other work crap till 9. Including doing battle with 2 copy machines.

Then, I had to run to the store to get some stuff for class tomorrow. Finally got home around 9:30.

Am pooped.

This one aunt had a house with a guest bathroom...first time in I couldn't find the toilet. It had a closet big enough to fit a bed in--I slept in the guest bedroom's bathroom's bed more than once. There was enough room for two people to wash their hands while another person was on the toilet, someone was in the shower and a couple people in the tub comfortably.

Oh, and someone in bed.

She finally divorced her husband but neither of them would move out because they both wanted the house so bad.

I would get lost in a house like that.

Friends of the SO & I used to own a house, lovely Craftsman thing, tree-lined streets across from a sparkling river, that sort of thing. It had an upstairs suite that really was a suite. Giant bathroom, really luxurious. But the kicker was the toilet, which was open to the room, separated only by a half-wall of glass block. It was raised on a bit of dais, and had mirrors. When they said throne, they really meant throne.